Prisoner

[Zardoz]

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So this is my life now?



Three concrete walls, a window and a bed.



One time I should have listened to my gut. I thought I was doing this for humanity, but what use am I now?



I see their smiles, their glee, how they laugh and live while I watch. Life passes me by as I am confined to this bed with broken bones and torn flesh. The things I could have done or become. The chance to start over again, to become something more than just a serf in a decaying world. Instead my failing body joins this decline, I have no illusion of things getting better. Those hunters did their damage and this is just how things are now.



I screamed when they pulled me away, the air ripping from my lungs. She had to pull her gun at that moment, and for that reason they believe my protests were to avoid a painless escape. I wish she would have done it sooner. I can hardly whisper anything anymore let alone put a pen to paper. My thoughts and concerns go unheard, it is doubtful if they were even listened to in the first place.



If I had just ran into the woods to escape then it would at least have been for myself and I would have died on my own terms rather than living like this. I try to take comfort that it was for a good cause, future of the species. But what about me? What about my future?



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I have no future.